There was a long pause, no one really knowing what to say.
"Uh." Nimblestar broke the silence, giving Chickenpoppy a shove.
"Oh!" Chickenpoppy said, starting slightly and grinning sheepishly. "We wanted to go and dig up some herbs what survived the forts? For her injuries, I mean- uh, if we could go back?"
"I'll go with you, if you don't mind, Edge?" Blizzardstripe suggested, leaning forwards slightly to stare up into Edgewalker's face, his eyebrows raised and his eyes still hooded. He seemed to jump at the change before anyone else could offer.
"Ye, yes, do it if you must." Edgewalker grumbled in reply, his bushy tail flicking to and fro. "We were supposed to be gathering prey... but I suppose if she is injured."
It was clear now Edgewalker seemed a bit impatient; not necessarily mad, but impatient. His medicine cats altos always did this to him! They always seem to end up running errands for strays and waifs!